Wednesday, November 29, 2017

They came at her fast and fierce. Two on her arms – she kicked up, her foot smashing into a face. Let the kick carry into a spin to land behind the other one, twisting the arm that held her. Too slow. Another had come in, rushing for a take-down. She slid underneath, a snap-punch to the ribs as she passed. Three more, this time with knives. She used a table as a makeshift shield, then twisted around it, taking out three sets of legs. One more, this one big and fast. She grabbed her staff off the chair, extended it, pole-vaulted over. A jab out with one foot, hooking the ankle, and big-and-ugly was on the floor, and she snapped her staff down at the exposed throat. Her attacker looked at her with murder in his eyes—

Sunday, July 30, 2017

The Bear may be dead, but that doesn’t mean Our Heroes (tm) are out of the woods yet. We still need to track down his accomplice, the Comptroller, and try to prevent the release of the Jezebels onto Terra Nova. And to do that… we need to go to a party. Of course we do.